"They Won The Battle" lyrics

I tamed the wildlife around her
And the book of her past was surely closed
(Drumma Boy)
Now the way our love chills my life
Leaving our hearts starting cold
(Questionizer, I like this beat)

You can't even be real and give back to your city (Damn), they still'll kill you (Damn)
When you make a mistake and apologize for it (What?), they still don't feel you (Nah)
It's the hate, the envy, the jealousy (Fuck everybody), my mind keep tellin' me (Keep tellin' me)
If it ain't 'bout money, it's irrelevant (Irrelevant)
I don't fuck with nobody, I'm celibate (I'm celibate)
Give a fuck 'bout your money, your cars, your jewels (Nah), your fame, your name (Nah), or none of that (None of that)
I don't honor that (Nah), that don't move me (Move me)
If I keep it too real, excuse me (Excuse me)
Talkin' 'bout bodies, that shit don't amuse me (Amuse me)
Baby mama cryin', tryna fool me (Huh?)
Why you leave me when I was down, come back when I'm up? That shit there confuse me (Stop it)
But I get it, though (I get it), I ain't with it, though (I ain't with it)
Yeah, I understand, I don't feel it, though (I don't feel it)
I'm the prince of Memphis, yeah, I'm independent
Nigga, I'm the hottest out the city, though (I am)
They like, "Why you ain't comin' to Memphis?" I told 'em to study the Art of War (It's knowledge)
When it's all said and done and the smoke clear, I'ma pull up in bulletproof Rolls-Royce (Yeah)
I ain't dealin' with feelings and pride no more, it don't get you nowhere when you speak the truth (On Mal)
I ain't got nothin' to prove, I watch how I move, don't tell no one what I'm finna do (Nobody)
Better not trick on no ho, better not pay for a flight, better not pay for a room or nothin' (Or nothin')
I'm a motherfuckin' player, so if anything, the bitch gotta pay me for fuckin' (The bitch gotta pay me)
Yeah, I'm hard on bitches (Yeah), yeah, I'm hard on niggas (Yeah), I gotta be (I gotta be)
I been gifted from God to tell when you fakin', you might as well not even lie to me (Lie to me)
Heard you paid for a hit, where your heart at? (Where your heart at?), I'ma send your lil' hitters where God at (Up there)
You say you a soldier, you been in that field, nigga? Where the fuck is your stars at? (Where the fuck is your stars at?)
I got battle wounds, I see dead people when I'm sleepin', shellshocked, paranoid
Jail bars, cell doors, rats runnin' 'cross the floors, prayin' to the Lord
Visitations on the Skype, ain't nobody sendin' kites, plenty long nights
Takin' showers with a knife, and the price is your life, fuck bein' nice
Fuck it, they won the battle, I'ma win the war, we gotta even the score (Even the score)
Army fatigue Dior (Dior), already ran up some M's, want a hundred more (Or more)
Army fatigue Chanel (Chanel), Louis V smell (Smell), I do this shit for VL (Shit for VL)
Big 5, big player (Player), can't take no more L's (L's), free the cartel (Free the cartel)